Chapter 120 The Actions of the Church of Night

"Klein, how is the divination going?"

Hearing the captain's question, Klein closed his eyes and divined.

After Leonard encountered the cult, almost all of the high-level combat forces of the Night Watch were dispatched. These extraordinary people rushed to the lower street of Iron Cross Street to investigate the appearance of the cult.

"Captain, no."

Dunn was not surprised to hear what Klein said.

If divination could be done simply, Dunn would feel that there was a conspiracy.

"Lower Iron Cross Street..."

Silently feeling the resentment, Dunn sighed inwardly.

This is not the first time that the Nighthawks have dealt with situations like this, and the church already has a complete set of solutions.

After Roselle ushered in the colonial era and invented the steam engine, many cities had more or less these negative slums filled with resentment.

These slums are a hotbed for the growth of evil beliefs, and many cultists are creating all kinds of conspiracies and tricks in them...

Today, with the creation of the Medea, a believer in the god of knowledge and wisdom, the gap between the upper and lower classes has been further magnified.

"Captain, I'll go investigate." Leonard took the lead, but the reason why he did so was probably only known to him and the old man.

Klein followed suit.

"Me too."

"Okay." It was not Dunn, but Cecima, the goddess, who gave his opinion.

"Okay..." Dunn nodded.

Watching the two men leave and enter the lower street, Cecima turned her head to look at Dunn, her eyes full of worry.

"Dunn, your health... is very bad."

"I understand." Dunn did not refute.

Klein dealt with the hidden sage contamination in Dunn, but his mental state would not be cured so easily.

Strictly speaking, according to the internal standards of the Night Watchmen, Dunn should now be transferred to other large cities to work as a clerk in the Church of the Night for a period of time, waiting for his mental state to be adjusted, and then return to Tingen City to resume his post.

"I can hold on for a while."

This period of time is enough for Leonard and Klein to grow.

"Hey."

Cecima sighed.

"If your mental state continues to decline, you must go to church."

"I know."

While Dunn and Cecima were talking, Klein and Leonard also entered the watershed area between Iron Cross Street and Lower Street.

"Um, I'm sorry, Leonard."

"Ah, what did you say? Oh, you were talking about what happened before. It's okay."

Leonard said nonchalantly: "I understand. The captain is also worried about my situation. Forget it."

Leonard didn't know what to say. The old man and the symbol of the Master of Knowledge on the back of his hand were things that Klein shouldn't be told about.

Klein, feeling slightly embarrassed, thought about it and brought up the topic again.

"Leonard, what did the cultists you encountered look like?"

"It is different from the cultists recorded by the church. It believes in a new evil god."

"Klein, don't divine the evil god." Leonard said seriously.

"No evil god can perform divination. This is a very, very, very dangerous act!"

"I understand." Klein pretended to know.

Just as Leonard has secrets, Klein also has many secrets.

Speaking of evil gods, his identity as the Fool in the Tarot Club is that of an outright evil god.

"That cultist is somewhat similar to the Rose School."

"The Rose School..."

Leonard stopped and explained to Klein as a senior.

"The Rose School is a bunch of lunatics."

Although he had already learned some relevant concepts from Melissa, Klein pretended to be curious as a newbie and asked, "Why?"

"It's hard to describe these extraordinary people who belong to the Rose School. They are crazy and vent their desires and violence without restraint." "Could that cultist be from the Rose School?"

"Not really." Leonard shook his head.

The Rose School does not believe in this evil god called the God of Immortality.

"It's right in front." Leonard pointed forward.

There is the battle site where Leonard killed the cultist.

“The ground here…” Looking at the obviously abnormally lush weeds around him, Klein used his pendulum to perform divination.

After seven times, the pendulum rotates in the opposite direction.

“These weeds are not dangerous.”

Leonard clapped his hands and took out a small bag from his pocket. He put the dirt and weeds on the ground into the bag. "Okay, this is enough."

"Klein, go and give these to Captain Dunn."

"What about you?"

"I'll look around."

"…it is good."

After pausing for a few seconds, Klein turned and left.

Leonard heaved a sigh of relief only after Klein's figure gradually shrank into a small black dot.

"Old man, I need your help."

"Heh." The old man snorted coldly, and the "Leonard" account was replaced.

With his mouth raised, Leonard uttered a language similar to that of a mysterious creature. The distorted voice pried open the power of Boshizun, and a picture appeared in front of him. This picture was exactly the picture of the "past".

Within this designated area, the old man and Leonard "knew" what had happened here for quite some time after Leonard left.

The blurry figure of Lanevus appeared in the picture. He came here mysteriously and stood here for a long time, about half an hour before leaving.

"As you thought, the meeting between this Extraordinary Person and you was indeed the result of interference by someone."

"It's hard to understand. Was it Lanevus who did this?"

"Yes and no."

The old man simply stated what he believed to be the cause and effect.

——Laneverus discovered a cult organization that believed in the God of Immortality, so he tried to get Leonard in touch with the believers and bring the God of Immortality before the Orthodox Church.

"So, no wonder there were no other people around when I was fighting that cultist." Leonard said to himself.

“Perhaps, there are more than three extraordinary forces that I can confirm here.”

"Could it be the owner of the stigma?"

"I don't know." The old man admitted directly.

He is just an ordinary angel, how could he know how many extraordinary people there are here?

"Old man, do you think it's possible that Lanevus is also the owner of the stigmata? Otherwise, he wouldn't have come here." Leonard boldly guessed a possibility.

"Have you forgotten the teachings of the Aurora Society?"

"Oh, yes, that is indeed a possibility." Leonard fell into deep thought.

According to the Aurora Society's beliefs, those people are the Lambs of the Lord and need "help". Lanevus came to the streets and found that the sect that promotes the God of Immortality is likely to try to make the Orthodox Church and the Immortality Church fight each other.

"But old man, what about the other two forces?"

"I only felt the remnants of this place. I don't know what it looks like."

“However, one thing is certain, the other two forces either have the protection of High-Sequence Beyonders, or they themselves are High-Sequence Beyonders.

You'd better find a way to inform your captain and the Beyonder named Sesima and let them handle it."

"Old man, how strong were you when you were alive?"

Leonard finally asked the question he had always wanted to know.

"Do you believe me when I say I am an angel?"

"Do not believe."

Leonard said honestly, "There has never been such a weak angel."

"Then why are you asking about my strength?" the old man said sarcastically.

Anyway, no matter how strong he was when he was alive, at his current level, he can only be considered a qualified old man with a residual soul.

(End of this chapter)